He said she said late one night.
The gender within started to fight.
She woke in the morning with the usual warning.
Being a woman would be out of sight.
I'd have me a body that wouldn't be to shoddy.
Legs all the way up to my ---.
I'd always feel naughty, but never haughty.
And dress in fine clothes and have class.
I'd have to be gay, cause that's who I'd lay.
I'd never get out of my bed.
What more can I say, I'd do it all day.
In my pencil, no more I'd need lead.
So if you surrender to the fairer gender.
Remember it might be a guy.
But if you are tender to that sweet pretender.
You probably aren't asking why.
This is for the If I we're a girl contest